Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 200

Chapter 200: Once Painful (Part 2)

“I remember it very clearly, it was November 7th, it was just dawn!”

The veteran sat on an old wicker chair with his head raised, trying hard to keep the tears from his eye sockets from spilling on his face.

“The division's signal soldiers rode the division commander's horse and ran wildly in the paddy fields to inform the soldiers and civilians along the way that the battle in Songjiang was urgent. The entire army abandoned all heavy equipment and evacuated at a faster speed.”

"But how to speed up! There is just such a road, hundreds of thousands of soldiers and various vehicles, horses, artillery, and countless refugees. Looking from the back to the front, it looks like a big river, made of people. , I can walk 40 miles a day, which is incredible.

But the most terrible thing was not the crowd, but the Japanese plane. Just when they heard the sirens, everyone jumped off the road and hid in the fields, and the Japanese plane came.

Not far from me, there was a couple. The woman was pregnant, and the man was carrying a load. On one end was bedding and belongings, and on the other was a child less than two years old.

The Japanese planes had begun to dive from a high altitude. Based on my experience, they would first drop bombs and then shoot with machine guns. However, the couple obviously had no experience in facing enemy planes. They also trudged hard in the fields, hoping to leave. I think it's safer that way.

I shouted to them desperately to get down. They heard it and stopped, but it was too late. The bomb from the Japanese plane dropped and landed fifty meters away. The terrible air wave directly lifted the couple off. Fly.

The Japanese plane that dropped the bomb flew forward. It was safe for the time being. I ran over and found that my husband had died on the spot. At the moment the bomb exploded, he must have been in front of his wife, while the pregnant woman subconsciously He hugged the child in the basket.

The pregnant woman was still breathing, so I shouted to her desperately that she couldn't die. If she died, it would mean one body with two lives, no, one body with three lives. There was also a child less than two years old. He was still alive and he was crying. I want my mother.

However, she died after all. Before she died, she looked directly at me. I knew what she meant. She was begging me, not asking me to save her. She wanted me to take her child away and not leave him behind. .

She is not one of me, but when I saw her imploring eyes, I cried, really cried. Even all my comrades in the same squad died in the battle, and I was all alone on the way back. I never cried like that.

Because my home is in North China, and the Japanese are already there. Will my mother, wife, and sisters be killed by Japanese planes like this woman? My son, can anyone save him?

I don't know, I was just a big soldier at that time, and I could only vent my worries and sadness with tears. Until an officer whipped me hard with a riding crop and told me that war does not believe in tears, and a man stood up and fought back to North China.

He was right. I carried my two-year-old child on my back, and together with a few friends from my hometown, we headed south and then north along the death-strewn road until we met our team. I have never thought about what the future will bring. I only have one thought: I want to protect my hometown and my parents, wife and children.

Look, how wonderful the days are now! "

The veteran closed his eyes. Although his face was full of tears, he finally smiled with satisfaction.

Tang Dao knew that because his wish came true, he not only guarded his parents, wife and children, but also his hometown and the entire country.

However, those sorrows are still a hurdle in his heart, a hurdle that is difficult to overcome.

Coming to this time and space, perhaps many things can be forgotten, but it is difficult for Tang Dao to forget the tearful smile of the veteran. The tears are left in this era, and the smile is left to tomorrow.

Perhaps, the little butterfly can come here because of its own cause and effect.

As the army of the future and the army of the present, Tang Dao knows that he may not be able to prevent the entire tragedy from happening, but he can also make the Japanese army heartbroken. Last time at Sihang Warehouse, now Songjiang is also a good choice. .

This is the real reason why Tang Dao must accompany the 43rd Army to go south to Songjiang.

The military order came down quickly. As the vanguard of the entire army, the Sixing Battalion and the two infantry companies led by Lao Wang immediately headed for Songjiang.

Si Xing Battalion was originally in fighting condition, carrying one head on two shoulders and carrying guns on the body. There was nothing to deal with. Most of the heavy weapons had been issued to the 26th Division, but several trucks came out empty.

Naturally, all the vacated trucks were requisitioned by Lao Wang. About 200 people were crammed into five trucks. The 98 people from the Fourth Line Battalion were also squeezed into three trucks. The other two trucks were naturally loaded with various items. Heavy equipment and ammunition. As for food, each person carries one and a half kilograms of fried rice on his back, which is the standard food allowance for the entire army for three days. It couldn't be simpler, but it made Lao Wang and their subordinates smile.

This is considered a good meal, at least it can barely fill the stomach. Because there is no baggage and supplies these days, the entire 43rd Army has an average of only two or two meters per day. One person also had cans of canned Japanese beef for breakfast, which was good until the afternoon.

The five wounded soldiers of Sihang Battalion stayed in the camp together with the more than 200 wounded soldiers of the 43rd Army, ready to retreat at any time, so they had less worries.

Although the load of trucks has increased significantly, fortunately, the Japanese army's baggage trains carry spare fuel with their vehicles. Not to mention a trip to Songjiang, which is only about ten kilometers away from here, and another seven or eight round trips are probably not a big problem.

That is to say, we are afraid of Japanese aircraft. If we see a few bombs dropped on a convoy, with the current crew density, the group will almost be wiped out.

Looking at the creaking convoy of people and trucks that were squeezed by the shock absorbers, Tang Dao was originally worried about this problem, but Lao Wang was not worried at all: "If you go to Songjiang, a dead-end place, you will die early or late. , if you are killed by a Japanese plane, you can only blame bad luck, it is better to get on the road as soon as possible instead of worrying here."

There is no great truth, but he is open-minded enough about life and death.

The motorcade set off in the morning sun.

The 43rd Army station is only 11 kilometers away from Songjiang in a straight line. Although the trucks are packed with personnel and materials, they are slow.

But it was only 8 o'clock, not long after the sun had just jumped above the horizon, Tang Dao and Lao Wang were already standing side by side in front of the gate of the ancient city of Songjiang.

The Japanese pilots may have missed the opportunity to leave hundreds of Chinese soldiers dying on the road because they were sleeping in.

Songjiang City must have been notified a long time ago. The city gate was wide open. A middle-aged man wearing a woolen officer's uniform, long riding boots, glasses and a mustache with an elegant face led a team. People have already come out from a distance.

Although it is only the Songjiang Security Regiment and not a regular army, the rank of Major General on the collar badge is not false.

Tang Dao and Lao Wang took the lead in performing a military salute.

The man returned an informal military salute. He first glanced hopefully at the hundreds of people who jumped off the convoy, and then looked into the distance. Obviously, he did not see the billowing smoke and dust that followed the large group of people.

"Which army are the brothers from?" Wang Gongyu, who had already been introduced to his official position by the adjutant, and is the inspector of the Third Administrative District of Su Province, the head of Songjiang County and the commander of the Songjiang Security Group, asked eagerly.

“The 26th Division of the 43rd Army!”

“Si Xing Camp!”

As soon as these two numbers came out, Commissioner Wang was absolutely confused for a moment.

Where did the 43rd Army come from? What is the Four Elements Camp?

The 43rd Army belongs to the Sichuan Army, a well-known faction in the country. It is not well-known. The battle of Dachang Town is famous, but it is only within the theater and is not well-known nationwide. Let alone the Four-Hand Battalion. There is one The title is very cool, but it is just an infantry battalion, which makes people feel sad.

Especially when the Japanese army is about to attack the territory with a large force.

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Happy Dragon Boat Festival to everyone! The family is well.

(End of this chapter)

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